liminal screeds

for tina whom i may never lay eyes upon again and for whom I made up the word dired

Ξ February 23rd, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, poems, screeds |

I was told last year I had young hands

They are haunted by  Minnesota
They are marred by punctuation
riddled and dired
like dried ripples appled
killed by fascination;
ridden
verdant and voluptuous, verdant and voluptuous,

A story of backs and beggars
burned alive

such great hands
dired

it’s gay to be alone

Ξ February 22nd, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, poems, screeds |

for gary m my favorite

succinct as born yesterday
watching you tired watch me
sing the best mercies cryers of dull dark bore
sing the best mercies of dark palindromes

sing ourselves

I cannot figure out my favorite disease
scalding cauldrons of rage
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quote o’ the day

Ξ February 8th, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

“It reminded me of the late 90′s when computers crashed and froze up a lot.”

`my brother

words I’ve used in job interviews recently

Ξ February 4th, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ links, screeds |

taxonomy
algorithm
thwarted
extraordinary
vigor
I think I threw crepuscular in there somewhere